caresses were interrupted ahead of time.

- Go to your director's place! Whore! Damn! Litter! Do not sit on the chair, and climb on it with your legs, you fool! It is like a royal throne, huge, soft, comfortable! Spread your legs wider, put your feet on the armrests!

The disposition changed, and now Elena was sitting, if it could be called that, the position in which she was now seated on the spacious, director's chair, while Afanasyev was standing, towering over her desk. He threw the thickest marker on the table in the hands of a woman.

- Show me how you are a slaveABOUTwait, madam director! Bring it in yourself! Little by little! Deeper! Deeper!

Afanasyev was noticeable as Elena's body tightened. It was obvious that, obeying his orders, she no longer thinks of shame, but receives real pleasure. Having closed her eyes, having thrown back her head, the woman, with her right hand, moved a marker, crawling into the crack, and her fingers with her left, selflessly caressed the clitoris.

- Elena Sergeyevna, all department heads arrived at the meeting. Can they be let in? - With pioneering enthusiasm asked by the secretary on the speakerphone.

- Not! - Elena screamed hysterically, returned to reality, Elena, almost dropping the marker moving between her legs. - Everything is canceled! I will inform you in addition!

Seeing that reason begins to return to Elena, Afanasyev hastened to satisfy his needs. Before she herself got off her improvised chicken perch, Afanasyev wrapped her long hair in his hand, pulled the woman out of his chair, and threw his breast onto the table.

When after some time he came out from Elena, he opened the door wide open, giving the curious secretary the opportunity to look into the bowels of the director's office. The door immediately closed with a crash, but the outrageous, piquant disarray of the boss who flashed by the shadow in the opening did not hide from the inquisitive eyes of the surprised secretary.

***

Sprawled in the jacuzzi, Elena looked pretty damn appetizing.

“And I have a surprise for you,” said Afanasyev, involuntarily pretending to look at her charming, carefully shaved cunt, visible through the clear water.

“Two of my acquaintances came there,” he continued, waving his hand toward the room. “You always wanted to try, right?”

Elena's shame and fear, flavored with desire, were delicious.

... Oh, yes you were frightened. And how embarrassed. Naturally born, but you still cannot get used to my surprises. But that's exactly what you like. For this you are running to meetings with me, forgetting about your husband. To feel lustful, affordable, depraved, windy. I tried to try something I dreamed about, but I was always afraid, because “decent” ladies do not do that. Oh, what a light in your eyes caught fire. Think I can't see it? Sparks of desire and fucking. Has it already flowed. Unmatched bitch, - thought Afanasyev, breaking the will of the woman by himself.

Elena came out of the bathroom with a full parade, dressed in a narrow, long, absolutely transparent dress, carefully and prudently prepared for her by her lover.

Seeing two young men sitting in the living room, the woman hesitated, blushed, and stopped lost. It was understandable, to get acquainted with men almost naked (a cobweb on the body, not counted), Elena obviously did not do, and Afanasyev had to slightly push her in the back. The invited guys were specially selected in her taste, about which Afanasyev had the most complete picture. Tar hair, arrogant eyes, strong body.

- Hello, I'm Lena ...

- Very nice, Sergey!

- Let's be familiar, Valentine!

Carefully watching the picture from the side, Afanasyev watched with delight as Elena shyly averted her eyes and blushed. He understood that large pink nipples, translucent through a dress, on Elena's ripe breasts, didn’t cringe because of the cold.

The one, whose name was Valentin, looked at the woman with a burning gaze and handed her a glass of champagne:

- Come here, baby, why shy?

The guys moved apart, and Elena, neither alive nor dead, chastely moving beautiful legs, sat down on the sofa between them, puffing and bending, and drooping her eyes covered with a secret languor.

After the third glass of champagne, Lena became lighter, and she almost settled down.

- In general, when I rested in Cuba, I really liked it. It was romantic, - Lena twittered relaxedly, until Sergey’s hand was on her thigh.

The young woman shuddered, as if from an electric shock, nearly spilling out champagne.

“It's all right, baby,” Valentine calmed her down in a hot half-whisper, enjoying the way the excited bust of a flustered little lady besides her will.

Elena tried to smile at ease, but the remnants of her calm were wiped away right there when Valentine, having wrapped her arm around her waist, pulled the beauty towards her. Sergei, who was sitting next to me, already slid his hand along her neck, breasts, and stomach.

For several minutes Afanasyev, lazily playing with a lighter, contemplating how both guys alternately kissed Elena, not forgetting, in all details, to persevere to explore her luxurious body. More recently, the faithful spouse, with such obvious rapture, fidgeted on the sofa, spreading her milk thighs, sifting her long legs, rubbing her whole body about guys, that Afanasyev, to his own amazement, felt a slight stab of jealousy.

He went up to Elena, and not rudely, but firmly and imperiously grabbed her hair by the mane, forcing her to turn away from the guys, and look him straight in the eyes.

- Enough calf tenderness! Get on your knees and get busy!

Seeing that rattled off from caresses, Elena does not understand, he pulled her hair, dropping it to the floor. For the first time during their acquaintance, Elena attempted to show her temper, with a proud and indignant lifting of her head. In her gaze, fixed on Afanasyev, the call was clearly read. Whether out of habit, or from a sense of possessiveness awakened to this slut, Afanasyev became enraged. Slightly, but bitingly, he hit Elena on the cheek.

- Wow, how do you arrogantly raise his eyes, slut! Get to work, bitch! Where, crap, crawled, where!

Tense member Afanasyev was right across the face of Helen. Clutching a woman's hair, as if taming a disobedient animal, he stuck his flesh on her lips, gently pressed, and made her take the penis in her mouth. With disobedience, it was finished, and Elena, eroticly rounded painted face, moved her head, sliding her lips along Afanasyev's trunk.

- And do not forget about the guests!

The guys at first, embarrassed by the rage of their older comrade, have already come to their senses, and re-enter the game. Helen, perched on the floor, was tightly sandwiched between the young males sitting on the sofa, and Afanasyev standing in front of her.

Two naked members were already pressed against her large nipples, and she had to diligently squeeze the scrotum, caress the eggs, and work with her hands, while swallowing the third member in her mouth.
- Well, nipple! And look into the eyes, eyes! Have you ever been flogged like that? This is not your husband to suck!

Seeing that tears were rolling down Elena’s cheeks, Afanasyev was suddenly afraid that he had gone too far.

- Enough with you? Everything? - He asked hoarsely, for a moment, letting Elena go, but she did not even think about stopping, with doubled effort she clung to the head of the penis with her lips. This was an eloquent response.

- And now take off your clothes, completely! Lie down on the sofa! Stretch in pussy!

Lena jumped up, shook her shoulders and pulled off her dress-web.Despite recent tears, her face didn’t go blank, and her lips, which were slightly swollen, wet from the spicy work, only emphasized desire.

“Boys, sweetie, I beg you, let's leave without a trace, my husband will not understand me,” she asked meekly, and with one swift movement she sprawled on the sofa, as she was told.

***

Looking at the footage at home, Afanasyev thought that he had made a wonderful porn movie. (Especially for eroticspace) Unprofessional Elena, without knowing it, posed for hidden cameras, like an actress.

Gracefully saddled, lying on the back of Sergei, she spread her fleshy buttocks with her hands, and with a shy breath, said straight into the camera, the phrase required of her:
- You are welcome! Print me the ass!

While Valentine was preparing to enter her from behind, Lena could not bear the expectations, moved on Sergey's penis, performing something similar to a Latin American dance in her hips, which made her breasts sway smoothly in time with the movements. When two males flattened Elena, fucking in “two bows,” she whimpered mournfully, began to howl, but the impartial camera recorded sincere pleasure on her face.

- It will be necessary to offer her to play in porn, - came a new idea to Afanasyev. “I can imagine how she would react to that.” Blush, shy, will nag, that like for a married woman - an obvious bust. But in the end, for sure, agree. Only ask to hide his face under the mask.

Thoughts Afanasyev interrupted the call Natasha.

- Enough! Amused with the slut, and will be. It is time to show Acne the true appearance of his wife! - patched girl.

“What are you talking about, sister?” - Afanasyev answered her cheerfully.

There was oppressive silence in the tube. Before his sister explodes with indignation, Afanasyev continued.

- I tried to drive up to your wife Vitalik. But Elena Sergeyevna was impregnable. More strict, chaste and faithful spouse, have not yet seen the light! Ready to confirm this under oath!

In order not to deafen from his sister’s abusive squeal, which followed in response, Afanasyev turned off the telephone.

“Will Natasha reveal my vile role in this story now,” thought Afanasyev, taking a sip of his temples. - Hardly. After all, then her friend and, most importantly, her lover, will immediately find out about all my sister's insidious plans.

Glancing at his watch, Afanasyev figured that there was not enough time left to see Lena. Perhaps it was time to gather.